Chapter 118 : Filling in the Blanks; the Two Who Were Incredibly Shocked by Technology
Chapter 118: Filling in the Blanks; the Two Who Were Incredibly Shocked by Technology
The entrance of the ruins.
Under the bleak moonlight, it cast a twisted shadow, exuding a disturbing aura.
Liz tightened her grip on Durandal, subconsciously glancing at the figure walking ahead.
Her uncle, Brian, moved with steps so steady there was not the slightest hint of hesitation.
He did not even light a torch.
He simply stepped straight into that pitch-black entrance where one could not see their own hand.
As though darkness, to him, made no difference from daylight.
Seeing her uncle like this—
The bit of tension in Liz’s heart instantly dissipated.
“Great, I worried for nothing.”
She muttered softly, the corner of her mouth tugging into a relaxed arc.
Liz did not know what tier her uncle specifically was, but he was absolutely absurdly strong!
She herself, relying on the blessing of the Holy Sword, could at least exert the standard of a top Fourth-tier fighter now.
Yet standing before her uncle—
She felt like a tiny boat drifting in a vast ocean, unable to even stir a ripple.
And the danger-sensing ability of such a powerhouse had long reached an unimaginable realm.
If he felt there was no danger, then it basically meant there truly was none.
Liz shook her head, sweeping away those distracting thoughts, and followed in casually.
With her uncle clearing the way—
This ruin exploration was practically no different from a post-meal stroll.
Inside the ruins, it was even darker than outside, filled with the stale scent of dust and age intermingled.
Liz held up a pinewood torch and followed Brian for a short distance.
Up ahead, a heap of massive scattered boulders appeared.
Clearly the marks of artificial destruction—someone had forcibly carved out a path from what had once been a blocked passage.
Brian stopped before the stones.
His gray-blue eyes swept over those broken surfaces, then looked toward Liz.
Liz stepped forward to examine carefully, her brows knitting. “These marks… they’re very new!”
“They were forcibly broken open only recently! Someone came in before us?”
Her heart skipped a beat.
Her first thought was that someone from the town had defied her prohibition.
But she dismissed the idea immediately.
The residents of Holy Light Town were unlikely to outwardly obey but secretly defy her orders.
“Who could it be?” Liz fell into contemplation.
Brian did not speak.
He merely lifted his calloused hand and gently tapped the top of her head.
The motion was light, yet carried an encouraging, guiding meaning.
Liz froze for a moment—
Then she understood—her uncle was testing her, training her observation and reasoning.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She went over everything that had happened recently in her mind.
Suddenly—
A figure leapt out!
That mysterious powerhouse with an unfathomable presence whom she had encountered once outside the town!
Later, through the letter Colin sent back—
Liz learned that man’s name—Dunn!
A Divine Blessed, just like her, one who had received the grace of Lord Angel!
“It was Mr. Dunn!” Liz’s eyes lit up.
Her tone carried certainty, mixed with a faint sorrow.
“Colin said in his letter that although Mr. Dunn appeared to be only Third-tier, once he unleashed his true strength, he matched a Fifth-tier pinnacle powerhouse!”
“He… he ultimately fell, in order to protect the people of Lemon Port…”
Thinking of that companion who also walked the path of Holy Light—
Liz’s voice lowered.
That willingness to sacrifice oneself to protect others was something worthy of heartfelt admiration.
Beside her, in Brian’s calm, ancient-well-like eyes—
A nearly undetectable tremor flashed by.
Third-tier comparable to Fifth-tier pinnacle?
Such a leap in combat ability was utterly unheard of!
Was it some type of Divine Descent art with an enormous cost?
Or was it that the Divine Blessed granted by that exalted figure naturally possessed such heaven-defying attributes?
Whichever it was—
It fully demonstrated how unfathomable the foundation of this Holy Light lineage was!
Brian gazed at the stones.
With his extraordinary perception, he could indeed catch a faint trace of Holy Light lingering among the subtle remnants.
Since it was also of the light attribute, Liz’s reasoning was perfectly reasonable.
He naturally could not know—
Liz had, by sheer coincidence, perfectly explained the origin of the traces.
The two of them crossed the rubble and ventured deeper.
The passage gradually became more structured, the walls showing signs of artificial carving.
Soon—
They arrived before the mural that had once shocked Lynn immensely.
The colors of the mural remained vivid.
Lifelike depictions showed the alchemist named Eldwin—
How he had expanded and developed something called technology.
“This… what is this?”
Liz stared, dumbfounded, her heroic face filled with disbelief.
“These iron lumps… they don’t require magic or battle aura to operate? Ordinary people can use them?”
Though she did not fully understand the principles—
Her intuition told her that the things shown in the mural contained unimaginable power!
If this thing called “technology” could be applied to Holy Light Town…
“If people could learn this for farming, construction, even defense…”
Liz’s breathing grew a bit rapid. “Then our homeland would become so powerful!”
“People’s lives would become several times easier!”
Brian saw even further—not merely the transformation of a town.
If such technology could be popularized, if the Empire obtained techniques that enabled ordinary people to wield great power—
The war against the Undead Scourge might truly reach a turning point!
Resource production efficiency, military equipment standards, even the survivability of civilians—all would undergo earth-shaking change!
The two exchanged a glance—
Both seeing the excitement in the other’s eyes.
Their steps quickened without realizing it, each eager to explore the core of the ruins.
To find more clues regarding this “technology”!
As for the mural depiction that had stunned Lynn—the suspected transmigrator “God of Wisdom”—
Brian and Liz also found it peculiar.
But as natives of this world, what they felt was mostly curiosity toward an unknown deity—
Far from Lynn’s “meeting a fellow countryman” level of horror.
The two quickly arrived at the depths of the ruins, before that heavy alloy Great Doors.
The palm-shaped groove at the center of the doors, along with the intricate surrounding patterns, still emitted a cold metallic gleam.
“It seems Mr. Dunn also reached this place, and…”
Liz looked at the edges of the device—tiny traces of damage.
“He tried to open it, and he even used quite a clever method.”
“Didn’t succeed,” Brian added.
The outcome was obvious.
Even if Dunn had breached the door and gone inside—
He clearly did not fully succeed.
Otherwise, if he had brought such technology back, Holy Light Town would have already become a different place.
Liz nodded.
She lifted her hand toward the seemingly indestructible Great Doors.
Making a “please” gesture: “Uncle, it’s up to you.”
Brian made no flashy movement, not even employing his surging battle aura.
He simply stepped forward and lifted his right foot.
Seemingly casually, he kicked at the alloy Great Doors over ten centimeters thick.
A motion plain and simple—as if kicking away a stone blocking the road.
“BOOM——!!!”
A thunderously heavy impact exploded through the passage.
The entire ruin seemed to tremble!
That alloy Great Doors, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from an ordinary Fourth-tier powerhouse—
Its central section instantly caved inward.
Then the whole door twisted, detached from the frame, and was blasted backward violently.
With a loud clang—
It crashed onto the ground more than ten meters away.
Liz: “……”
She knew her uncle was strong.
But witnessing such pure, extreme physical power firsthand still made her scalp tingle.
And Lynn, who had been quietly observing with Divine Sense, was startled as well.
“Dear heavens!”
“That physical strength—enough to scare someone to death~!”
“Good thing I’m not human!”